Next One Is a Babe

Sophia groaned softly and turned over, continuing to sleep. After a few seconds, John placed his palm on her belly and stroked it gently. Actually, he couldn’t feel anything on her flat stomach now. In addition to that, because of her odd sleeping position earlier, her belly was even a little concave. Despite that, it didn’t diminish his curiosity and he kept his hand on her belly, taking in the sensation little by little.

He really couldn’t feel anything, but he could still sense the small life growing underneath his palm bit by bit. Meanwhile, Sophia was in such a deep slumber that she didn’t even notice when he changed her into her pajamas. When he was done, she merely turned the other way and resumed sleeping.

Finally, after a long time, he smiled and lay down, holding her in his arms. Regardless of whether she could hear it or not, he whispered, “Thank you, Sophia.” Even though it was Sophia who had said that to him many times before, he was the one who should have said it to her.

In the middle of the night, John’s cell phone suddenly rang, and after making sure that Sophia wasn’t awakened by it, he turned over and grabbed his cell phone. When he saw that it was his subordinate calling, he went to the hallway to pick up the call.

“Sir, this man says that he wants to see you and has something to tell you. No matter how we questioned him, he refused to say anything,” his subordinate reported.

John glanced at his watch, which was showing that it had just turned midnight, and then at Sophia in the bedroom. “Alright, I’m going over right now,” he said. “I would like to know what he has to tell me.”

Sneaking silently back into the bedroom, he changed and left with his keys. As there weren’t many cars on the roads at this time, it didn’t take him long to reach the warehouse, where someone was already waiting for his arrival and soon led him to meet the man.

That man was now seated cross-legged on the floor, and he didn’t look good with his battered arm still in bandages. It seemed like he wouldn’t be able to move his arm at all. Upon seeing John approaching, he smirked. “Tell all of them to leave. I’m only telling it to you.”

Unafraid, John sent all his subordinates out. “Talk.”

Sighing, the man began, “I’m not hiding that much from you, actually. The lady whom I wanted to knock down that day is pregnant, and someone paid me to knock her down so she would lose her child. If it wasn’t for this reason, he wouldn’t have offered me so much money.” Chuckling by himself, he went on, “Well, all I can say is that we all have our professional ethics, and I wasn’t allowed to reveal anything. But my arm…” He trailed off and his eyes wandered to his arm. “My arm is f*cking painful and I can’t take it anymore,” he said. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have said a word.”

That person told him this at that time because he trusted him, thinking that he would just do as told if he paid him. As for other matters, he wouldn’t tell him at all, for the more people who knew about a thing like this, the more trouble it would create.